In The Name of Jesus

“Come on man!” I groaned, “Every day for the past two weeks. Are you serious?” Gerard just smiled manically. See, every since Frank turned Gerard down that day in the mass classroom, Way had spent the past two weeks torturing me. “Frank, I know you want me. I know you do. Who doesn’t want a good -free- blowjob? I mean, are you crazy?”My anger diminished at the laughable irony of the statement.

“No Gerard” I sighed “I do not want to be near your genitals, and in turn, I don’t want you near mine. Can you not just accept that and move on to your next toy please?”
Gerard looked at me for a second and then did something I didn’t expect, he just walked away.

Madonna’s “Vogue” blasted through the crammed and smoky house. I almost couldn’t breathe. I hated tight spaces like this. Mikey said this party would be the one of the year, and so far, it looks like the news of Mikey’s legendary house party spread because it seemed like every horny, attention thirsty shit was here, including me. Using my shoulder as a shield, I shoved myself through the crowd of teens grinding slowly to the tempo of the song. Somewhere beyond the crowd I saw a pair of glasses and weird Mikey hair and sure enough, there he was.

“Hey Mikes!” I shouted over the loud, throbbing music.

“Hey Frank, what’s up?” Mikey replied half-heartedly, he seemed slightly distracted by a very persistent Gabe Saporta rubbing on him.

“Aye do you know where any pot is?” I asked. Gabe’s head shot up but Mikey didn’t notice, he just pointed to a set of stairs and said “My brother will share”


I nodded and mumbled a “Thanks” before practically running down the stairs. “Tap! Tap! Tap!” the loud sound of my silver ring clinked on the frail door. Suddenly paranoia swooped in the lower half of my stomach. I didn’t know Mikey had a brother at all. Like a punch in the chest I realized something, a connection I should have made two months ago when I met Mikey. Before I could run back up the stairs screaming and crying the door swooshed open and I felt the shadow of ultimate doom over my head. As I walked in the cluttered room, all I could think was how in the hell did I ignore this for so long?


I sat on Gerard’s rumpled bed sheets and smiled sheepishly at him. I couldn’t just run back up the steps when he had already seen me. He raised a questioning thick black eyebrow and I raised mine in return. I cleared my throat and tried to seem confident. “Mikey said you had pot?” Gerard rolled his eyes and walked up to me putting both hands on my shoulders. My heart was racing and I felt a terrified shutter run through my body. Way kneeled in front of me, his head level with the crotch of my pants. I couldn’t make myself reject him this time, all I could do was let out a shaky breath and croak “I give up”. Startled, Gerard blinked his eyes and smirked at me. Slowly, he unzipped my pants and pet me through my blue checkered boxers. I let out a small gasp and watched as Gerard

--- wait what? Gerard stood up slowly and walked to his dresser across the room, and then pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one with his green lighter. He smiled huge at me one last time and left. Just fucking left. What the serious hell?

Notes

This really sucks sorry